Live Stream 1980: Netizens Teach Me How to Make a Rocket by Hand

Sun Erga grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

He had long disliked those two foreign devils.

He turned around and pulled a red latex balloon from under the counter, puffed out his cheeks, blew it up twice until it was round, and tied the opening tightly.

Then he took out a brush and stirred it in the soapy water.

A thick layer of white foam was coated on the thin surface of the balloon.

The crowd fell silent instantly, everyone craning their necks.

What are they trying to do?

A magic trick?

Lin Xi held up the foam-covered balloon with her left hand, as if she were holding up a fragile bomb.

He gripped the matte black "Red Star Whirlwind" in his right hand.

"The hardest thing to shave in the world is not steel wire."

Lin Xi's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire venue.

"It's this thing."

"As you all know, latex balloons are less than 0.03 millimeters thick."

"If the blade has even the slightest burr, or the motor vibrates even slightly..."

He made an "explosion" gesture.

"Bang!"

Hans sneered and crossed his arms:

"To attract attention and gain popularity."

"Using a razor to scrape a balloon? Even the most precise prototype in Braun's labs wouldn't dare do that."

"Young man, boasting too much is easy to backfire."

"If your motor really does have a speed of 12,000 RPM."

"The centrifugal force generated will instantly deform the blade net, and the balloon will undoubtedly burst!"

Van der Sar shook his head: "This is just the petty cleverness of the Chinese, a circus trick."

Lin Xi didn't even lift her eyelids.

Give it a gentle push with your thumb.

Click.

Switch on.

The expected "buzzing" vibration did not occur.

There was no vibration.

There is no noise.

The only change in the air was an extremely high-frequency sound wave.

"Eek—"

It was a whistling sound similar to the start-up of a jet engine, but suppressed to a very low volume range.

It doesn't sound harsh, but it gives you goosebumps.

This is a low murmur from a deep-sea ghost.

It is the breath of death.

The disdainful sneer on Hans's face froze the moment that voice rang out, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

As an expert in the field of mechanics, he knew all too well what that sound meant.

This is the ultimate speed!

This is dynamic balance where even the slightest bit of extra vibration is perfectly eliminated!

Before he could react, Lin Xi's hand had already moved.

The black blade was adorned with a red balloon without hesitation.

Nourishes—

An extremely faint cutting sound rang out, the friction of metal against foam, which was extremely pleasant to hear.

Everyone instinctively squinted, waiting for the crisp sound of the balloon popping.

one second.

two seconds.

There was no explosion.

That black razor was as smooth as silk, like a dancer gliding on ice.

Wherever it passed, the white foam vanished instantly, revealing the smooth, reddish latex surface underneath.

One lap, two laps.

Lin Xi's technique was incredibly fast, even somewhat nonchalant.

Less than ten seconds.

The foam on the top of the balloon was completely scraped off, leaving not a single speck of foam.

And that fragile red balloon was still trembling gently in the air with the breeze, completely intact!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The merchants who were just moments ago making sarcastic remarks now had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Lin Xi turned off the switch.

The ghostly howling stopped abruptly.

He casually tossed the balloon into the air, letting it drift between Hans and Van der Sar.

"This is a 0.04 mm electroformed blade."

Lin Xi looked at the two people who were dumbfounded and said calmly:

"It is thinner than a balloon skin, but it can absorb every single speck of dust on the balloon without harming the mother balloon in the slightest."

"Mr. Hans, Mr. Van der Sar."

Lin Xi pointed to their briefcases, a graceful yet cruel smile curving her lips.

"Now, please bring out the Germanic craftsmanship and new products from your windmill country that you are so proud of."

"Shall we go around on this balloon a couple of times?"

Hans’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty, and he instinctively clutched the Braun razor in his pocket.

Dare?

He wouldn't dare even if he had ten times the courage!

Our own 0.08 mm stamped steel mesh has serrated edges under a microscope.

Let alone scraping a balloon, even scraping your face with a little force will cause it to bleed!

Van der Sar turned pale; his Philippe, though primarily focused on comfort, was a different story.

However, the torque of the 2800 RPM motor is too great, and the vibration is like that of a tractor. The moment it hits the balloon, it would be a disaster.

"You dare not?"

Lin Xi chuckled softly, her eyes flashing with a chilling coldness:

"If you're scared, shut up."

"Don't try to sabotage our artwork with your industrial waste."

In the live stream, the screen was completely flooded with comments.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Unfortunately, I'm uncultured; one "holy crap" is all I need!]

Is this what they call "dancing on the edge of a knife"? I'm speechless!

[Hans: Who am I? Where am I? Why am I looking at this next to a missile?]

[Vandersard: Um... could I eat a balloon instead of the razor?]

[This move by the streamer has brought industrial precision to life! This is a game-changer!]

"Is that all?"

Lin Xi suddenly turned her head and looked at Sun Erga, who was still in a daze, her brows furrowing slightly:

"Erga, what are you standing there for? Bring that thing up here."

"Ah? Oh! Coming!"

Sun Erga seemed to wake up from a dream and turned around to run back behind the booth.

Amidst a sea of ​​puzzled stares, he was actually carrying a basin...

The cactus came out!

It's a top-quality golden barrel cactus that's growing exceptionally well and covered in golden thorns!

Those dense, needle-like thorns looked sharp and prickly.

The entire audience was stunned.

What are they trying to do now?

"Since you have demonstrated gentleness..."

Lin Xi took the razor that had just been "caressing" the balloon, her eyes suddenly turning sharp.

"Then we'll show everyone what true strength is."

If you don't change the cutter head or the motor.

It can traverse the world's most fragile surfaces with ease, and crush the hardest obstacles.

That's what true industrial luxury is.

Lin Xi didn't waste any words.

He started the motor again.

"Eek—!!"

Amidst that chilling, high-frequency whistling sound, he slammed the blade down hard onto the cactus!

There was no buffer at all!

It's all about head-on confrontation!